I just read an online article about a bunch of people saving a baby elephant that was trapped in mud. I was glad I was alone because I cried as the baby elephant was rescued safely
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You see, I’m one of those people who cry. You know the type. Whenever a flag goes past, at family celebrations, when something wonderful happens, when I see kittens and puppies. (Note the cute kitten picture.) Lots of times.

My husband couldn’t understand it. He would point out that everything was fine so why was I crying? I couldn’t answer.